Every time the black knife attacks, it will carry a strong bloody aura.Although Mo Ziyun has a long silk magic weapon in his hand, it has a good defensive type. But in the face of Qin Chuan's knife attack, it was also a little difficult.

Looking at Qin Chuan with a calm face in the distance, Mo Ziyun took a deep breath, and only then did she feel that Qin Chuan would be so tricky. She didn't have any way to face Qin Chuan, the black knife was even more like a loach, very slippery, and it didn't fight hard with her bracelet. specifically looking for an opportunity to sneak up on her, making Mo Ziyun's hated teeth itch.

After a moment, as if Mo Ziyun had made a decision, the magic in her hand changed, and she pointed towards the purple bracelet. The purple bracelet burst into purple light, and he no longer ignored the black knife and slammed into the white wall in front of Qin Chuan.

"Han Lingsu, if your apprentice loses to Mo Yatou, how will our gamble be calculated. At this time, the black-robed old man on the stage glanced at Han Lingsu and asked without yin or yang.

"If you don't meet your apprentice, you will be eliminated, then naturally I will lose, and the spirit stone elixir will naturally be yours. Han Lingsu said very decisively, without the slightest hesitation. But the middle-aged Confucian on the side, as well as the palace woman in colorful clothes, frowned, and did not agree with Han Lingsu's statement. After all, 100,000 lower grade spirit stones were not a small number for them.

At this time, the most depressed thing was the peak master of Caixia Peak who was wearing colorful clothes, she put the bet on Qin Chuan, naturally she didn't want Qin Chuan to lose, but she also hoped that her apprentice could win the game and win glory for Caixia Peak, which made her very conflicted.

"Okay, refreshing. The old man said very happily. With his cultivation during the Dan period, he can naturally see the form in which he appears. The strength of these two people is about the same, and it is obvious that they are paying attention to the mana competition.

The black-robed old man knew that Mo Ziyun's cultivation had reached the peak of the Qi Refining Period two years ago, and after two years of accumulation, his mana had naturally reached a higher level. And Qin Chuan, two years ago, had only reached the tenth layer of qi refining, and now he could reach the thirteenth layer of qi refining, which was incredible. After all, he also knew Qin Chuan's qualifications, and they were not very good. If he competed in mana, he thought that Qin Chuan would definitely not be Mo Ziyun's opponent. That's why I said what I just said.

And Han Lingsu was naturally very confident in Qin Chuan, she knew that Qin Chuan had cultivated the "Fire Devouring Technique", and had devoured the Blue Demon Flame, and his mana was naturally extremely deep. When it comes to competing for mana, Qin Chuan is still very dominant.

"Senior Sister Han, have you found out the origin of Senior Qin's nephew? You see that the magic weapons he uses are all demonic monks, and that flying knife is very weird, and it can even increase its power with bloodthirstiness. The middle-aged Confucian asked with a frown.

"Thank you for your concern, I am naturally very clear about his origin. As for the magic weapon that used the Demon Dao, so what, it was naturally collected by the monk who killed the Demon Dao. Isn't there a rule in our Immortal Dao Sect that prohibits disciples from using demonic weapons?" Han Lingsu said.

"Of course that's true, but now is an extraordinary time after all, let's be careful, don't be mixed into the sect by the monks of the Demon Dao. The middle-aged monk said.

"Okay, if you don't believe it, you can go and check his origin, if you find out anything, I naturally have nothing to say, and he will be handed over to you to deal with when the time comes. Han Lingsu snorted coldly, and said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian laughed twice and said, "Senior sister is serious, I don't mean that." After that, no one spoke.

At this time, Qin Chuan, who was standing under the phantom spirit yarn, looked at the black knife magic weapon with a helpless expression. Just now, he did not hesitate to consume his essence and blood to feed this knife to increase the power of this knife. Then use this knife's weird attack to take down the opponent in one fell swoop. But he didn't expect that the other party's white long silk was also a high-grade magic weapon, with strong defense, and the attack of his own knife would not play a role at all.

There is another point that makes Qin Chuan very depressed, this black knife magic weapon, after devouring the essence blood before, the power will be maintained for a long time, but the last few times, since he began to devour his own essence blood. It won't be long before the power will be greatly reduced, and the essence and blood will be lost very quickly, and finally disappear. Qin Chuan also studied for a long time, but there was no result from the research, and finally he had to give up helplessly.

Looking at Mo Ziyun with a serious face, Qin Chuan sighed in his heart, and then withdrew the black knife with one move. Then, he sat cross-legged, and even the defensive range of the phantom yarn was narrowed by him. He can only protect himself.

Qin Chuan's actions surprised all the ** present, and Mo Ziyun also looked at Qin Chuan with some surprise, the defensive magic weapon beside her was not put away, mainly because she was afraid of Qin Chuan's black knife sneak attack.

"Could it be that this guy has already decided to admit defeat? If he admits defeat, he should not be decisive, such a mother-in-law and mother-in-law really don't look like men" The monks in the audience had already begun to shout loudly.

Even the monks of the Yudan period standing in the stands looked at Qin Chuan with curious eyes, they didn't know what Qin Chuan was doing. Han Lingsu also frowned, it stands to reason that as long as Qin Chuan persists for a while, he can win this competition. Qin Chuan's strange behavior made her a little worried.

Qin Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged, crossed his hands and put them on his chest, and then mobilized the mana of his whole body, all flowing into the palms of his hands.

Qin Chuan was very clear about Mo Ziyun's plan, that is, to compete with him for mana. Qin Chuan knew that his mana was profound, but he didn't know Mo Ziyun's situation, in case this woman's cultivation was special and her mana was even deeper than his, then he would be unlucky. And Qin Chuan still has one thing to be sure, that is, he wants to try the power of spiritual art. After Han Lingsu's mention, he already had a certain understanding of the spirit technique, and he also realized a little something, so he wanted to try his hand with Mo Ziyun.

In just a moment, on top of Qin Chuan's palm, two drops of verdant liquid had already appeared, and the cyan liquid exuded a scorching high temperature.

With the appearance of the cyan liquid, Qin Chuan's face turned a little paler. Seeing two drops of cyan liquid, Qin Chuan's face showed joy. This cyan liquid was the condensation of the mana in his body.

As Qin Chuan's hand played out, two drops of cyan liquid suddenly burst out of cyan flames, and then the flames suddenly became larger. After a few moments, the flames turned into a blue flame and burst into flames.

At this moment, the law decision in Qin Chuan's hand turned rapidly. Then the cyan flame turned into a cyan firebird. The appearance of the firebird turned out to be the strange bird that had appeared in his dantian before.

At this time, the cyan bird in front of Qin Chuan was only an inch high, but it was extremely delicate. But if you look closely, you will see that the firebird's eyes are blank, like a puppet.

After a while, the law decision in Qin Chuan's hand changed again, the law decision became very jerky, and Qin Chuan pinched very slowly. And in Qin Chuan's mouth, he muttered strange spells. These spells are very difficult to understand, they are not human language at all, they seem to be the language of some kind of monster.

Just after Qin Chuan's incantation, after reciting it, a phantom appeared in front of Qin Chuan's body, if you look closely, you will find that this phantom is exactly the same as the cyan firebird that Qin Chuan condensed with flames.

After the phantom appeared, it "swished" into the body of the cyan bird. At this moment, the cyan firebird became extremely agile, and it actually flew around Qin Chuan, and was very affectionate to Qin Chuan.

Looking at the flying cyan firebird, Qin Chuanyi's wry smile, after a toss just now, the mana in his body has been exhausted. Qin Chuan slowly stood up, pointed at Mo Ziyun, and said, "Go!"

The cyan flames, the wings shook, and then rushed towards the ink purple cloud, the firebird's mouth was still hissing, but there was a fierce light in its eyes.

At this time, Mo Ziyun looked at the cyan firebird, very puzzled, he didn't know why Qin Chuan made such a thing at this time. With such a firebird, could it still be turned over, and he could see that Qin Chuan's face was very pale, which should be the reason why his mana was about to run out.

The monks in the audience were still very puzzled when they saw this scene, but then they began to laugh at Qin Chuan.

Different from these reactions, the few monks on the stage had already stood up, and they looked at the cyan firebird in disbelief. And Han Lingsu looked at Qin Chuan with some surprise.

The cyan firebird flew extremely fast, and in an instant, it pounced in front of Mo Ziyun. Mo Ziyun hadn't noticed the danger at this time, so he just used a white silk to resist it. In her heart, this firebird is not worth mentioning at all, and it will definitely not be able to break through her high-grade magic weapon.

But the firebird swooped down on the white silk at once. Then a surprising scene happened, and the white long aya actually began to burn. The flames grew bigger and bigger, and the cyan flames seemed to be burning not a high-grade magic weapon, but a rag. Seeing this scene, Mo Ziyun stood in place in a daze, half frightened and half frightened.

"Senior sister, run. At this time, there was a scream from the audience, which woke up the shocked Mo Ziyun Mo Ziyun was so frightened that her face was discolored, and her body hurriedly retreated, and not long after she retreated, a long silk magic weapon had been burned to ashes by the cyan flames. Then the cyan flame turned into a nimble cyan strange bird again, chasing it towards the ink purple cloud. (To be continued)